JJWXC catalogue
Books by North Lamp and Moon
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From the JJWXC books we index, matched on the author's name.
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The Demon Lord Is Always Getting Jealous 魔尊总在拈酸吃醋
-The End- [Gentle, polite, and sweet beauty x Tsundere, sharp-tongued, hopelessly lovestruck Demon Lord] Shen Jin first heard of "Demon Lord Xie Huai" in a book called Biographies of the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord in the book was devilishly charming and arrogantly charismatic, adored to the point of madness by eight beautiful fairies, and always surrounded by admirers. Shen Jin believed it all, kept her distance from demonic cultivators, and devoted herself to cultivating the Great Dao. The
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The Number One of the Demonic Path Has a Secret Crush on Me, Can You Believe It? 魔道第一偷偷暗恋我唉
This story will be available to subscribers starting April 22. I'll post 10,000 words on launch day. Thanks for your support ^3^ [Cool, detached, easygoing layabout fairy x obsessive love-struck demon lord] As the revered Buddha's Child of the cultivation world, Ju Kun Yao spent her life doing good deeds and kind acts. She would even sigh over a flower dying by the roadside. But that wasn't her true nature. After she and the great demon lord destroyed each other, she was reborn into a wealthy
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The Sword-Cultivation Prodigy Has Had a Secret Crush on Me for 300 Years 被剑修天才暗恋三百年了
Mo Li, a demonic woman feared throughout the cultivation world, never imagined she would one day set foot inside Xiaoyun Palace, the greatest sect of the righteous path. On her first day undercover among the righteous, she ran into the little beggar boy she used to beg alongside as a child. Back then, the child had clutched her ragged clothes and cried with snot and tears as they parted. Now he held a long sword, grown into a handsome young man with an elegant bearing. Mo Li, meanwhile, was a
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For My Wasteland 献给我的荒芜
[Reunion after a long separation] [Mutual secret crush] There is no wind in summer. The asphalt road is baked and cracked, and the scorching evening sunlight filters through the plane trees, dappling Lu Zhihui's face. Branches droop from the cracked tree trunks. The boy keeps his back rigid, refusing to bow his head. His inferiority swells like floodwater, rising past those deep, dark eyes. "Whoosh, " The evening breeze is scorching, burning his brows and eyes. Black hair brushes his eye cor
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